I go to a party and become the star attraction to a roomful of strangers.
written by:
Nikki B

Hi! My name is Nikki. Thanks to all you wonderful readers who have encouraged me to give you more of this chronology. I hope I can continue to satisfy you.

I'm not a tall lanky blue eyed blonde with boobs out to there, but I do have a nice size 6 figure accentuated by my firm upright 34Ds, with nipples that always seem to be apparent no matter what I wear, and a tight curvy butt that I like to show off in short fitted skirts. Average height, (and my weight is appropriate to that, but varies from time to time by a few pounds), shoulder length hair a nice natural shade of reddish brown (but I can be a blonde too), soft brown eyes with glints of gold, and I loove sex. For those inquiring minds, my lips are always smooth as a baby's butt, thanks to waxing, and my mound is usually trimmed to a V that points South. That can change from time to time with my mood, to all smooth but never back to natural bush. Right now I'm all smooth. Oh, I'm bi, and I have been since college, so more than twenty years (I'm 42, but don't let that scare you off).

Most of my stories are based on things that I've experienced, or my friends have told me about, and some are pure fantasy, and I have a lot of those. Fantasies I mean. And I'm finding out that several of you readers out there have fantasies, too, which may be grist for my mill, so to speak. I like to include details of suggestions from readers, so stay tuned!

I had my cherry crushed in a mini-gangbang with three guys I had been dating, and on the same night my anal cherry got obliterated too! It was the night of my young life. Then it was on to college, where I met up with one of my fuck buddies, Carl, and with him I had my first girl/girl encounter, fmf, actually.. I loved all of it, loved it! But unbeknownst to me, I had yet to orgasm. And for the first two years of my sex life, and I mean sex with other people and not me with a toy, I had not had an orgasm. Really! I thought I was doing fine, I felt amazing with a hard driving cock in my kitty or my butt, thought that was as good as it got, and I wasn't complaining.

Here's how it all changed. It was my first and, so far, only outrageously exhibitionistic scene. Oh my god, yes, I'm wet again!

Looking in the mirror, mildly astonished at how great I looked in my first cocktail dress, a clingy little black thing with the hem at mid-thigh, low enough in front to show the tops of my full boobs, and backless down to almost the cleft between my tight little butt cheeks. My legs were looking very nice in black thigh high stockings, a wide band of lace circling the tops of my shapely legs, my new four inch high heeled stilettos making my calves look so curvy. My hair was done up in a French bun, showing off the simple gold studs that adorned my earlobes, and I felt that my exposed neck was slightly erotic. I was totally satisfied. Of course, I could never dress like this now, say, at the country club, but for that time and that occasion, it was perfect!

The reason why a young college student was dressing like this? I was seeing an older man, in his early forties, actually, an executive in a good size corporation that was headquartered in a nearby city. I'd met him in a coffee shop; he struck up a conversation while we were in line. In retrospect, I must have seemed to him like low hanging fruit. With the attention he gave me, the compliments, and his maturity, I guess I was so easy!

The second time we met for coffee I called work and faked a sudden stomach ache, and we went to his hotel and, well, let's say my eyes were open to a whole new level of sexual experience. No wham bam, no two minute slap and dash, no fumbling around in the back seat. The hotel was beautiful, it felt so classy to have a glass of wine with a lovely lunch, I knew I could live like this, and in fact Dwight was the inspiration for me to buckle down in school so I could afford this kind of life style on my own. Not that my parents didn't encourage me, but being told about it as opposed to living it, two different things. Especially to me, the spoiled brat.

Dwight would call me when he was in town, we'd have dinner in a nice restaurant or quaint café and a few glasses of wine, but it always ended with him sending me off in a taxi after we'd had sex in his hotel room, leaving me frustrated for more. He was a wonderful lover, he really enjoyed my copious girl goo, licking it from the font, then giving me a long wonderful session of sex in the huge bed with the high thread count sheets, followed by a luxurious soak in the tub, or a hot shower together, with maybe another round of mattress dancing if we were still in the mood, but it wasn't unusual that once back in my room I would call Carl to get my nerves settled, so to speak. Or Marie if she wasn't out catting around. Yes, I was still seeing Carl and Marie, and a few other casual fuck buddies. Bernie and Davey were out of the picture, though.

Stupid though it may sound, I still didn't connect my seemingly insatiable sexual appetite with frustration, or perhaps a better way to put it would be a lack of satiation. I would wear these guys out and still want more.

My arrangement, or relationship if you want to call it that, with Dwight changed one night, when, probably as the result of one too many glasses of champagne, I told him about my night at the lake with the three guys who popped my cherries, vag and butt, thinking as the tale came tumbling out that I had well and truly fucked myself with him. I felt slutty and ashamed, but it turned me on so much to talk about it, to tell him every nasty detail, that I was dripping in my panties, and it affected him the same way. As soon as we got into his room he ripped my top off, pulled my skirt down, spun me around and rammed into my dripping kitty as he bent me over a chair, fucking me harder than he'd ever had before. The strong grip of his hands on my butt, the force of his thick hard cock pounding into my seeping kitty, it was one of the most lust laden fucks I'd ever experienced up to then.

"Dwight, oh god, that's so good!" He had jammed his thumb in my butt hole, oh god, I love that! I wondered if he wanted my butt, which until now he hadn't shown any interest in. "I'd love it if you ... " but before I could finish the sentence he pulled out of my sodden slit, with that sucking pop! sound, and with me still bent over the chair, rubbed the head of his slick dick against my tight little star. I reached back, poking my kitty juices in there, his cock insistently nudging my fingers aside, and "yes, do it!" He slid in, easily, my anal ring closing around his helmet ridge, gripping him, the message being, "now you're in, no getting out any time soon!" He continued to fuck my tight little butt until I told him I wanted to turn over, and then we continued, on the thick carpet, my legs up in the air, spread wide.

When we went to bed I literally drained him dry. I couldn't get enough of his luscious cum in me or on me. I made him cum in my mouth, and I sucked until his balls shriveled, swallowing every delicious drop. I kept him in my mouth, sucking his soft cock gently, feeling it growing in my throat, then hardening, swelling, until I was choking, my eyes watering. I was gagging, nearly choking, coughing, cum spewing out of the sides of my mouth. I moved back, letting the final feeble dribble ooze out, and I licked it away, pumping him with my fist to get the last minuscule drip of his creamy nectar. The head was an angry red, my fist keeping the blood there, my lips continuing to kiss it, my tongue searching for more.

I wanted more, he wanted more, too. I rode him until he came in my kitty, rode him until his cum and my juices were pouring out of my tight lips, his teeth biting down hard and pulling on my swollen nipples, my nails digging into his shoulders. I rode him until he slipped out and was too soft to get back in. I sucked him again, sucked his cock and his balls, licked his butthole and a few minutes later he was hard again, and with my legs around his neck he speared my hungry butthole and fucked me there again, mercilessly, a few fierce spurts as a finale, and he was finally done.

After he fell asleep I nearly ran to Carl's, woke him out of a sound sleep, and had him fuck me until I was too sore to take any more.

Dwight called me the following week. He had just returned to the city and wanted to see me. This time, though, Dwight told me that this would be more than our usual dates, I should expect to be with him for the weekend, he had no business calls or anything else to interrupt us. I was thrilled, and slightly anxious, and when I told him that, he smiled and told me to be careful what I might wish for, I might actually get it. Now I was really anxious! Should I be scared? What could happen? He'd already had a taste of everything I had to offer.

My new lover had given me a credit card and sent me shopping for a dress, and shoes and a matching purse, and anything else I needed, so I picked out the sexiest European lingerie I could find, a soft charcoal set that would set off my tan; a balconette pushup bra that totally showed my nipples, and a g-string that was just enough to cover my kitty and the small patch of auburn hair on my mound. From the back the thin thread disappeared into my butt crack. The shoes were of the open toed CFM variety, black of course, with four inch heels that made my legs look a foot longer.

After shopping I had gotten waxed, and with time and efficiency of the essence I had to skip the tanning bed session so I opted for a spray tan, a quick touch-up, something new for me, but it was so fast and perfectly applied that now I swear by it when I can't lounge in the sun. Try it.

I had time for a quick nap, twenty minutes, but that was enough, it helped to allay the anxiety I was feeling, although I had this gnawing feeling in my belly as to what Dwight had planned for the evening, and even more mysterious, for the weekend. A little maintenance with my hair, careful application of eye liner and mascara, just a touch of blush, and a dark shade of lipstick, I was set to go. I felt like a million dollars!

Dwight sent a car for me, a navy blue limo. The soft music playing in the plush interior helped to soothe my nerves and in only a few minutes I arrived at the hotel where the cocktail party was being held. A staff person escorted me to Dwight's suite. I could feel appreciative eyes on me as my heels clicked out the message, "look, look, look here!" Staccato stilettos, ha ha.

"Nikki! You're stunning! I'll have to be careful one of the young bucks doesn't try to steal you away tonight." He took me in his arms, kissed me lightly on the cheek, and when I looked up at him with a slight feeling of trepidation he caressed my throat and kissed my lips, his grip tightening slightly, his thumb on my artery. I felt it down to my knees. This time it was a real kiss, full of anticipation and passion. "I've waited long enough, Nikki, and so have you."

Before I could ask what he meant he held me at arm's length, smiling, then directed me to sit. Sitting beside me on the sofa, he reached into his jacket, handed me a long thin jewelry case. I was so surprised, but realizing what its contents probably were, I gasped even before I opened it. I gasped again when I saw the contents.

"Oh, Dwight! I've never had pearls before; they're beautiful!" A single strand of fresh water pearls, with matching earrings, and as he closed the clasp behind my neck I almost cried. "Oh, Dwight!"

"Think of me every time you wear these, beautiful Nikki." He kissed me again. "Think of us, remember this night." He watched as I replaced my gold studs with the ones from the jewelry case.

When Dwight escorted me into the restaurant I felt like I was a celebrity, knowing that everywhere I glanced eyes were on me, most of them discreetly looking away but a few holding my gaze, daring me to imagine what they might be thinking. I was getting wet, wetter than usual, which brought a slight smile to my lips.

We arrived at a table for four that was already occupied by two gentlemen. I was a bit surprised at the arrangement, but before I had time to get too anxious about the possibilities of this arrangement Dwight eased my chair to the table and introduced me to them.

"This is my friend, Nikki, and if she chooses she'll be with me through the weekend." He introduced William and Rod, then turned to me. I was a bit perplexed; if I chose to be with him? I was with him! And a bit surprised that he was giving these guys our agenda for the weekend. But he soon set me straight.

"Nikki, before we get too far into this, let me give you all the details. We'll have dinner now, and we'll accompany Roland and Rod to the party, where their dates will met us. This is a special party, Nikki. Most of the people you'll meet tonight met through an online organization, a national fraternity of people who love sex, especially sex with friends, but often with others as well. It's not a private club, but we organize local parties like this in hotels and sometimes in private residences. It's all by invitation only, and our rules are very strict, with discretion being of the utmost importance. I thought you might enjoy something like this."

With that out of the way, and not waiting for a response from me, Dwight ordered for himself and me, and soon we were dining on one of the most delicious meals I'd had up to that time.

During the meal I found that both Roland and Rod were perfect gentlemen, but what else would I expect? Roland, the oldest of the three men, was handsome in a more casual way then Rod, who was youngest of the three. Where Roland's hair was a bit too long to be as conservative as his suit, Rod's entire look was perfect. If Dwight hadn't been there I would have been flirting with Roland.

After dinner we took the elevator to the penthouse. I was awestruck; it was beautiful, opulent, amazing to my young naïve eyes. There were about a dozen couples, most of the men older than the women, and to my surprise I wasn't the youngest of them. There were also several females without dates.

"Nikki. I know this isn't something one expects without some warning, but you're an adventurous young woman and as I said, I think you'll enjoy this, but if not I'll have you taken home." His intention was evident; if I left it would be our last date.

"No! I mean, yes! Yes, I think you're right. You know I want to try everything, and I guess I thought I had. Let's have a good time, Dwight," and I took his arm as he walked me around the spacious room.

We stopped at a bar that was set up in front of the glass wall that overlooked the city, and by this point in my young life I was fond of drinking chardonnay. The cool wine was delicious, and just what I needed. I didn't drink much, and I still don't, so one glass of wine is very soothing for me. We continued, Dwight introducing me to all the couples, first names only. We talked with each of them, sometimes spending more time with one couple than others.

I kept expecting everyone to tear their clothes off and start fucking in a dog pile orgy, but for the next hour it was what I came to know as a typical cocktail party. Dwight told me that some of it was networking, but mainly it was a time out from the 24/7 grind of high pressure business.

From the comments that were being made, sex was without a doubt on everyone's agenda. This was totally different from the win/lose action at one of the many meat markets that singles frequented for sex. Too, it provided a safe way for those couples who wanted to remain together but also to have some adventure.

Gradually I began to relax and soon I was actually enjoying myself. It was good to be somewhere with real adults, not in a sports bar with a lot of frat boys. Oh, I was so full of myself it was silly.

Around midnight I noticed that many of the women were going off without their men, and my curiosity was piqued. Dwight saw my quandary and whispered in my ear: "Nikki, the ladies you see leaving will be back in a few minutes, but in lingerie only, or less. That's why I suggested you wear something beneath your dress." He knew that I often didn't wear a bra, and when I felt naughty I might not wear any panties, and tease him with kitty juice on my fingers. I looked at him, waiting for him to ask me or tell me to join them, but when no such directive came I picked up my purse and went through the doorway that the women had taken. I noticed that there was no door in the doorway and in the back of my mind I thought that was a bit strange.

Walking away from him I wondered what the night would bring, and how far I was willing to go. I knew I had to go the distance or I'd never forgive myself. So, no 'what ifs' for this young lady tonight!

It was a large bedroom, with a long wall to wall closet on one side, in which the women were hanging their dresses. A soft pile of fur coats on a chaise was off to the side of the bed. Most of women were in lingerie sets, but one of them was wearing a baby doll that showed her lush body while still keeping some mystery behind the satin. Another wore only stocking, heels, a thong and a bright red corset with Victorian lace panels, the corset pinched her waist and swelled her boobs up and out, showcasing her voluptuous nipples, giving her a sex doll look that she totally pulled off. Another beauty was showing off her amazing figure in a transparent floor length robe that clung to her curves but was just dark enough in color to almost but not quite conceal the most intimate details.

Gulping for air, I quickly unzipped my dress, hung it on a hangar and self-consciously arranged my boobs that lay exposed in my wisp of a bra. My nipples were already taut with anticipation and I knew my g-string was soaked, but I decided that under the circumstances everything would be fine. I saw a few admiring glances from my companions, as well as one or two envious glares, but with some friendly smiles that gave me some comfort I felt wonderful.

A beautiful blonde with short spiked hair gave me a high voltage smile. Her petite figure was fabulous, with boobs that were trying to burst from a tiny transparent bra, her nipples large and enticing, and a thong, with a dark damp strip over her slit, that was even smaller than mine. All the women were wearing hosiery of some sort, and hers was a shade darker than her dusky rose lingerie, but with a slight pattern that only accented her firm shapely legs.

"Hi, I'm Tee. I'm guessing this is your first time at one of these parties," in a musical voice. I nodded. "Well, if someone thought to bring you, then you're in the right place. It's all fun, no one will get out of line, I promise, or they don't get invited again. Maybe we can get together, that would be fun." She placed her hand on my waist, sending a jolt through my belly, up to my nips and down to my toes, kissed me on the cheek and walked away, her trim butt swaying suggestively. I have a penchant for petite blonds with big boobs so I hoped we'd hook up later.

As I walked out of the bedroom I for the first time fully realized that I was almost totally naked, wearing only the half bra and a wisp of a g-string, with my hose and heels, and of course my new pearls. The look on Dwight's face when I rejoined him told me that he was pleased, very pleased. I know, stupid of me, but I felt so relieved. I guess I was still at that point in my life where I lacked confidence in my appearance.

"Nikki, you're everything I had imagined. You're the most sensual woman in the room." I blushed, loving the compliment. He kissed me, and, still fully dressed, paraded me around the room, giving both of us a chance to see the display of proud beauties and their beaming partners.

A few more couples, and some threesomes, arrived in the next half hour, and the room was comfortably filled with about thirty people. Gradually, couples began to link up with other couples, there was some partner switching, and small groups who were laughing as they discussed who would go with whom. Soon we were three couples, sitting on two facing sofas by the large window overlooking the city lights, sipping drinks, talking, my eyes darting around to take in the others in the room. I was in awe of what I was seeing. Then, ahh!, the night really began.

People were beginning to shed the remnants of their inhibitions along with their remaining clothing, some kissing, others fondling each other, all openly engaging in what must serve as foreplay for such an open and libidinous crowd. Rod, one of our dinner foursome, broke the ice.

"Amanda, let's you and I and Roland and Lynn leave these two for a bit," and the four got up and, easy as pie, walked into the bedroom. Lynn, an ash blonde with a strikingly lush figure, turned at the doorway, her smile conveying the warmth of her invitation: "Of course, you're welcome to join us." I looked at Dwight, wondering if we were expected to go with them. Then I thought, no, this is to see how I'm going to react.

"Nikki, I'd like to share you with my friends. It's up to you. If you like we can take a look, see what they get up to. Or we can remain to ourselves for now," but I knew he really, really, didn't want that. I nodded, feeling my kitty getting wetter by the second. One thing I'd learned during my threesomes with Carl and Marie was that I love to watch people having sex, and I loved it even more when I'm being watched.

"You look so lovely, Nikki, with your gorgeous nipples on display. Very elegant, with just a touch of slutiness. The appropriate dress code for these little soirees."

"Dwight, you know everything about me, sexually at least. So I'm guessing that you have a good idea as to what you'd like of me tonight. And you know I love to please you. I trust you, so, yes, let's see what your friends are doing. You know I'm getting wetter by the second!" I ran my fingers across the front of my g-string, sniffed it; oh yes, I could definitely smell myself, exotically sweet, pungent, and ran it beneath Dwight's nose. "Do you think Rod and Roland would like a taste? Maybe their girls, too?" And I was serious. Would he share me with his friends, or show me off and tease them with me? By now I wanted everything he would allow.

"Nikki, you're the nastiest girl I know! Let's go!" A bulge was now evident along his thigh, which I caressed until he took my hand. "Oh, you're very daring." In response I opened his jacket, my fingers at his belt buckle, my eyes looking into his, a sultry smile telling him what I wanted. I'd take control, at least for now.

"Go ahead, do whatever you want, Nikki," and he shrugged his jacket away, unbuttoning his shirt. "Now I know I brought the right girl tonight. But, one more thing. If at any time you decide that you want to stop, for any reason, just say the word pumpkin. Pumpkin, and that will be it, you'll be free to go, with no hard feelings on anyone's part. No always means no. Understood?" I nodded, and he told me to repeat the word, which I did.

"Do you really think I'll have to say it? My, what are you up to tonight, my sweet man?" My fingers were at my kitty, sliding through the sticky slit, dipping in, my thumb nudging my clit. I knew Dwight enjoyed watching me play like this, and I love to show off, to be the center of attention, so I gave him these little shows quite often. But this was just a tease for both of us, and a few minutes later I was ready to show him, and anyone who cared to watch, just how aroused I was.

As I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly I glanced around the room. I saw that I wouldn't be the only girl with a mouthful of delicious dick; there were several other girls with their heads down and bobbing, and a few guys, and at least one girl, were dining at the Y, too. I smiled, knowing that this was what Dwight had intended, at least for a beginning. What would happen later, I wondered, as I leaned over and began smothering the already throbbing head of his gorgeous cock with soft wet kisses, my fingers tracing tantalizing designs on his hairy nut sack. I knew now that I could do anything tonight, and I would.

I felt her before I saw her, opened my eyes to see a beautiful girl, tall and slender, very curvy, with small but perfect boobs, her full nipples exquisite, and long brunette hair with dark eyes, and a long straight nose that spoke perhaps of some Andalusian ancestry. She sank onto the other end of the sofa, leaned back, pulled one leg up, her other foot resting on the floor. She was totally naked, barefoot, and as she spread her long legs I saw that she was shaved smooth, her long fingers toying with her slippery slit. "I'm Leslie. I'd love to join you. I love pussy, and I really love cock!"

Fine with me, I thought, but Dwight pushed my head back down. "Leslie, you're one of the most beautiful women here, but I have plans for Nikki just now; but a bit later, I promise. I won't let such a gorgeous creature as yourself escape before I've had another taste of you. And I know Nikki would enjoy you, too." She languidly rose to her feet, smiled, and walked away; no, glide is a better word. I had the feeling she was a dancer, she moved so effortlessly.

Dwight let me go down on him for a few minutes, his hands in my hair, holding me to him, forcing his long dick past my tonsils and into my throat, and I swallowed him like he was a long slippery stick of hard candy, he went down so smoothly. My fingers were still at his balls, caressing, squeezing, massaging, my middle finger inching toward his butt crack, and his asshole. That stopped him.

"Not yet, love, not yet," and he pulled me away, his fat cock slowly emerging from my still hungry mouth. He sat on the top of the back of the sofa and guided my mouth back to his luscious erection. Now I could see that in addition to oral couplings there were more than a few people fucking, in twos and threes, and more than a few people were watching us, watching me. Ah, I realized that since I was new I was a curiosity; they wanted to see how I'd behave at their naughty party. I was in the mood to show them, and Dwight had positioned us perfectly to give everyone a show.

As I said, I love to be watched, but until then it had only been with one or two other people, people I knew, people I'd already had sex with. Now I was on display to so many people, all of them complete strangers, and I got such a rush from it! I could feel my kitty literally dripping with my girl goo, I could smell it, my nipples were on fire and I knew that I was actually blushing. So I did the only thing I knew, I sucked his fat cock like it was the first and last time I'd ever have one in my mouth. My lips glided up and down the shaft, I slathered kisses on the head, I stroked him as I sucked his balls and licked his asshole. And all the while I was fingering my kitty, rubbing my thick slick passion juice on him, slathering his shaft with it and licking it off.

"Nikki, this seems to invigorate you; you've never been this amazing with me. I know we're in for another incredible evening. Come, let's see what the others are up to." Taking my hand in his, he rose, now as naked as I, and we walked to the bedroom doorway.

Upon entering I saw that the lights had been dimmed even lower, giving the room a more intimate feeling. Without any warning Dwight gripped my arms and pushed me, face down, onto the bedside chaise. Quite out of character for him, I thought. From the corner of my eye I saw him pull a Hermes scarf from the sleeve of one of the fur coats. Quickly he wrapped it around my head, and I was in instant total darkness. This was something new for me, and my first reaction was panic. As my heartbeat rose I felt as though I couldn't take another breath, but the feeling quickly subsided when I felt tender hands soothing me, caressing my shoulders, a soft feminine voice quietly telling me to relax.

"Let it happen, just let it happen, and you'll love it, I'm sure. If not, and you want to stop, just say the word." I had no idea who the speaker was, but she must have been convincing because I could feel my body begin to soften, and as I lay there I felt soft caresses on my back, across my shoulder blades, and hands on the backs of my thighs, my ass, lips on my neck. Hard nipples scraping across my back now, followed by soft opulent boobs, like down-filled satin sachets, on my shoulder blades. Warm, soft. I was becoming more and more relaxed and wondered for a moment if I had become hypnotized. Soothing whispers did nothing to allay that idea, but then I knew I was in the moment when her hands grasped my wrists and pulled my hands behind me.

Oh my god, she's putting wrist restraints on me! A surge of apprehension, fear, panic overtook me as I felt cool leather cuffs binding my wrists together. I felt sweat break out on my body, shivers driving through me, I wanted to cry out but the sound stuck in my throat. I was terrified!

"Nikki, are you okay? Want to stop now? Just say the word, pumpkin, say pumpkin and it's over." I shook my head as best I could, and finally I could gasp one word.

"No," and after a few deep breaths, "no, it's okay, just surprised." I let myself go, as the woman had told me, relaxed, "no, it's okay now; I kinda like it." The woman who had been on top of my back slid down, cuddled against me. She turned my face up, kissed me, her mouth sweet, her tongue soft against mine.

"Nikki, it's Lynn. I'm glad you're getting into this. Usually it's me in the cuffs, but I enjoy it so much that I want you to enjoy it, too, and for me to see how it is on the other side. I won't hurt you, but I will try to make your lust felt physically. Do you know what I mean?" I nodded, knowing what she meant, but wondering what she was going to do with me.

Lynn moved up, sat in front of me, her legs outside my shoulders, her flesh warm against mine. I felt her long soft hair brush across my back, then her boobs, just her taut nipples, on my back again as she leaned over me, pulling my wrists up higher on my back. She scrunched forward, and I could smell her wetness. More, and her smooth slick kitty was at my face. "You may lick me," and she wriggled a bit, her lips sliding against mine.

My tongue came out as if it had a life of its own, and as I licked her luscious lips she began slapping my butt. Gently, slowly, one side and then the other, but as my licking and sucking got more intense so did her slaps, the sound louder now, the feeling more of heat than pain, the pleasure of it spreading through my body, into my kitty, deep inside me. It was becoming difficult to breathe, with her wetness crushed against my face, my neck very uncomfortable in that position.

I was about to try to say something when I felt weight on the chaise, different hands on my waist, larger, a man's hands, a firm grip. I knew that it was Lynn's hands that were pulling my butt cheeks open, her fingers guiding a stiff cock to my kitty, her fingers opening me, spreading my wet gash wide for him. I wanted to cry out, yes, yes, fuck me! But my mouth was filled with her soft lips and her sweet juices.

I told you that I love to be watched, but while this was happening I had a very different feeling. Maybe because I couldn't see, didn't know who was there, or how many were there. I was being totally exposed but with no feedback, not seeing the looks of appreciation and admiration as the viewer took me into his or her imagination. There was only Lynn, her kitty and boobs and hands, and the man's cock, which was now sliding easily into my oh so fucking wet kitty! I came to realize that without seeing approval in the viewers' eyes, I felt as if I didn't know if this was right or not. I quickly shook that off, telling myself that this was all about sensation, feeling, skin against skin, enveloped in total blackness, with only the soft sounds of my squishing slit as I was being so wonderfully fucked.

I was reveling in it, when I felt his hand come down on my butt. Hard. Smack!

"Ohh!" and the feeling coursed through me, a hot jolt of excitement, and it seemed that everything magnified; Lynn's soothing caresses, his throbbing cock, my pulsating cunt.

Where Lynn's slaps had been tender at first and only a little more firm as she continued, his were powerful, stinging, painful, but a pain that I immediately knew I wanted more of. He had been inside me for only a few minutes and already I was feeling more sensation, more satisfaction than in all my young life. It was more intense, and it just kept getting better. I could barely breathe, my mouth open, gasping, nostrils flared, eyes tightly closed, my stomach and fists and toes tightening, clenching, harder, tighter.

When it came it came unexpectedly, in slow motion; thunder, low rolling thunder, with flashing bolts of lightening, overwhelming me, every speck of my skin tingling, burning, the blackness behind my closed lids turning into a dazzling light show, and then blurring. More hard stinging slaps and then whiteness, blankness, a dull roar filling my head.

I knew I hadn't passed out, but I couldn't breathe. I was aware of Lynn murmuring to me, her gentle hand on my back, stroking me like a small child, the magical cock still fucking me, gaining speed, ramming in to the hilt, his balls slapping against my mound. The sensation began again, and this time I was an eager participant, slamming my butt back at him as the slaps rained down on my burning cheeks and thighs. I could hear my voice but I have no idea what I was saying, probably for him to fuck me fuck me fuck me!

I was expecting to cum again, my mind was on high alert, waiting anxiously for the great wave to hit me again, wash me away. And then I was screaming, not loudly, but screaming, not words, just noise, letting the energy escape from my body until it hit again, even harder this time. My body lurched up, throwing Lynn to the side, but with my hands behind me I fell forward, onto the furs, my butt high, his slaps pushing me from side to side with each sharp stinging slap. No pain now, only raw sensation, pleasure, pure exquisite profound pleasure.

It wasn't only my first orgasm, it was my first multi-orgasmic experience, and to this day when I have an orgasm I continue having them until whoever is providing them stops doing what they're doing. Licking or fucking or fingering, or using a toy, I go until it's over.

After he came in my kitty he held me there, his cock rapidly softening. I tried moving my hips but that only made him slip out of my flooded chamber, his cum and my girl goo seeping out and down my thighs. The scarf around my head was being untied, Lynn still whispering to me, the cuffs were being removed. My breathing was still a series of ragged gasps. And to my great surprise what did I see but Dwight, sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, watching me as Leslie, kneeling before him, sucked his balls as she stroked his cock. He smiled and I thought he would beckon me to join them, but I realized he was looking past me, and when I turned I saw Rod and Roland, our dinner companions.

Both men began kissing me, caressing me, all over my entire body, which was still aflame from my magical experience. My boobs were being gently squeezed, my nipples pulled and twisted, with just enough pressure to give me incredible pleasure with only a modicum of pain. My kitty was being attended to by Lynn, her head nestled between my legs, her hand fingering her own kitty as she licked the cunt juices and man milk from me. I glanced to Dwight, saw that he was watching with a smile, Leslie watching me as well, her eyes half slits, envious, wanting, waiting, which gave me a jolt.

Rod was massaging my clit with his thumb, but the thing that was driving me wild was Roland's thumb in my butt hole! I had a hand on each of their thick cocks, and when his thumb pushed past my anal ring I gave his an extra hard squeeze. I knew by the slippery coating on his cock, his cum and mine, that it had been he who flooded my honey pot, He was rapidly coming back to life.

As they were driving me crazy with their thumbs I was stroking them, their beautiful cocks now hard and throbbing, and I wondered who I'd have next. It wasn't long for the answer to become apparent, and I'm sure you know what happened by now, but I'll tell you anyway. If I can type without my sticky fingers slipping off the keys!

Lynn moved out from between my legs, with Roland still behind me. He sat on the edge of the divan, facing Dwight and Leslie. I started to climb onto him but he turned me around, my back to him. I let him position me as though I was a fuck doll, my legs outside his, and as easily as if he was lifting my shirt he picked me up by my hips and licked between my open thighs, his tongue now lapping at the cum he had just spewed into me, the prickly hairs of his graying beard causing havoc with my tender lips and enflamed clit. His tongue then snaked upward, the tip searching for and easily finding, my butt hole! He licked me, and bit my cheeks, making me cry out in both pain and delight. He took mercy on me, holding me over his body, my kitty perfectly aligned with the tip of his trembling tool.

"Ohh," and he let me down, Lynn holding him, guiding him into my flooded kitty. I sank down, down, until I was fully impaled on him, and oh god it felt so wondrously good! Lynn was licking my clit, her fingers at my nipples, my head was back, and I felt another orgasm building. Oh god, not again, this will kill me, I thought. But my pleasure was interrupted when Roland held me in mid-air, his cock totally out of me, and ... , Lynn guided Roland into my butt hole! No pain, no slipping to the side, I enveloped him like a kid with a Popsicle. Ahh, how I love a hard throbbing dick in my tight little butt!

In the next few seconds Rod was there, Lynn once again doing the honors, spreading my kitty lips, holding the head of his rod, ha ha, and I grabbed his waist and pulled him to me, into me, filling me, blinding me with lust. Lynn was kissing me, Roland was twisting my nipples, Rod had his thumb on my clit again, and I was pinned like a butterfly. I couldn't move, but I didn't have to. With perfect rhythm that spoke of these guys doing this together before, I got fucked, completely and royally fucked, and it was as good as it can get!

They'd go slowly, and I'd feel the climax nearing. They'd stop, wait a few heartbeats, and then hit it hard, my body bouncing on Roland's thighs, my boobs slapping up and down, my hands going to them, holding them, and it would begin again. Each time I thought I'd cum they'd change it up and slow me down. But then, ahh, Roland was beginning to swell, I could feel it, so I clenched my butt muscles, squeezing on his dick, which gave Rod the same gripping, only a bit softer, and I moved as best I could, pushing my body up, and suddenly I realized that Roland was cumming in my butt, filling me with his juices. I looked at Rod, smiled, "Do it, please, do it, I want to feel it in me," and he let it go, my body feeling like it was expanding, their cum filling every tiny crevice in both my magical love holes.

My orgasm knocked me out, really. Every muscle in my body was wound as tightly as possible, my teeth were clenched, as were my fists and toes, and it all went away, I went limp, my body shuddering, until Lynn was holding my head, and I heard her soft voice telling me to "breathe, breathe, there, yes, breathe". I was laughing, softly, joyfully. I glanced to Dwight, saw his smile, and he put his arms out in invitation.

My intention was to walk to them, to emulate Leslie's perfectly smooth motion, but when I lifted myself from Roland's lap I nearly fell out of my heels. I stood there, getting my bearings, looking around to see several people in various forms of sexual coupling. Lynn was in the middle of two men whose names I had missed, getting fucked, whether in the butt or kitty I couldn't tell, while she was sucking the very long cock of a tall black man, his hands holding her beautiful face. Others were in twos and threes, a dozen in all, and through the open doorway I could hear low moans and sighs of rapture from the other room.

Now I could walk, and I took the few steps to Dwight and Leslie. She looked up when she felt my presence, her smile blindingly brilliant even in the low light. She held out her hand, rested it against my thigh, and as she once again took Dwight into her mouth she began moving her hand upward, finding my swollen lips, my enflamed clit.

Her fingers played me like a violin, or a harp, the pressure soft as I built up to cumming yet again, then hard until I was right on the brink, and when I gripped the back of her neck she turned to me, taking Dwight's cock out of her mouth and into her hand, and took my kitty in her mouth, her tongue wriggling into me, my clit exploding with pleasure. When I opened my eyes she smiled at me, moved again to Dwight and sucked him until he filled her throat and belly with his cum. A flash of jealousy crossed my addled brain, but I quickly shook it off.

Dwight was the first to speak: "Nikki, that was quite the performance. If I didn't know better I'd have thought that you came like that all the time. How does it feel now, to be a complete woman?" Before I could answer Leslie let Dwight pop from her lips. She rose as if she had floated up, kissed me, her mouth tasting of the sea, of sex, of Dwight's cum.

One of the things I remember most about that evening is how Leslie smelled. When we first met, on the sofa with Dwight, I had the distinct idea that she had just showered, and then had rubbed some kind of scented oil on her body, a faint hint of something, sesame perhaps. Then, at the end, her scent had changed, to a musky aroma of an animal in heat. She told me later that for nights like this she would shower and then forego the use of any deodorant, wanting to smell through the night as natural as she could. It was very sensual, very erotic.

"Nikki, now that you know that you can cum, let me show you how it can really feel," and she pushed me onto the bed beside Dwight, gripped my wrists and pulled them above my head, and, smiling a beautifully radiant smile, grazed one of her fat hard nipples across my lips. I licked, tasting the sweet salt sweat of her arousal, took the nub into my mouth, making her moan softly. "Ahh, Nikki, that feels wonderful! I have to fuck you," and she pushed my legs open, pulled me to her.

We were belly to belly, boobs to boobs, one of her legs between mine, and when she began to move her mound against mine I instinctively moved my hips so that our clits were aligned, and as we slid against each other I felt more sensation there than I'd ever experienced, and as we fucked it got better and better.

"Yes, Leslie, oh god yes!" We were face to face and I could see only her eyes, beautiful dark brown pools of lust. I gripped her butt cheeks, her hands holding me by the waist, and we squirmed against each other until I was biting her shoulder.

"Nikki, wait, wait, slow, slow, make it last ... oh baby, make this last!"

And that was only Saturday night, with the rest of the weekend to follow!

After what occurred that weekend I was astounded! Wanting to know why it had taken me so long to get to be orgasmic, I found an on-campus therapist and had a long talk with her. Out of that, and some later sessions with a few other therapists, and candid talk with some of my girlfriends, what I learned is this: it could have been a lot of things, that it could take hours a week for years, and a small fortune, to get to it unless it was something easy, like me being molested as a young child (no), or raped later on (again, no). Or, young women are not usually orgasmic until their late teens or early twenties. Well, maybe. My best guess is that every time I got to the blast off point I unconsciously held back, but why I don't know. So I guess that may be the real question. But I don't worry about it anymore, as long as those tsunami waves of exquisite bliss hit me more often than not.

And, that was the only time that I put on a blatant show like that, the only time I allowed myself to be exhibited in such a totally hedonistic manner. Not that I didn't enjoy it, I did, I really did, but I felt that my sex life had been strange enough and I wanted to try to find what was normal for me. I'm open to just about anything, as you may have guessed, so I don't rule much of anything out. I did accompany Dwight to a few more of those parties, but as a participant, one of the chorus and not the center of attraction. There was always a new girl to be the star of the evening.

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Wet kisses to all of you.